A Little Pink Ribbon

The trees swaying in the breeze dancing, humming to the wind The array of sunshine bursting into the room warming me up

everything seems to be following the rhythm of the ball jumping up and down on the ground

I take a deep breath in and look down at the book the book that opens the door to worlds unimaginable, magical

I lose my focus as my mom staggers into the room as she slowly approaches me I can sense that something is wrong

“Is everything all right?”

“yes of course honey”

“so how did the doctors go”

“fine”

“are you sure”

“well um…..honey I have breast cancer”

my mind went blank as my mom started reassuring me everything would be okay I looked outside the trees stopped swaying and the sun, which had once brought me warmth was now just getting in my eye and making me squint

and finally the ball, which once lead as a conductor to an orchestra was just an annoying racket

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An incredible poem. The writer created a vivid images for the eyes to see, for the ear to hear and most importantly for the heart to feel how exactly that moment lived. So touching, heartbreaking and moving poem. WOW!!!!